My first crush was this little boy who went to my preschool I forget his name but I remember that we would race eachother on the tricycles always sneak out extra snacks out after snack time (I felt like such a rebel) and we would eat them in the reading nook together.  One day I decided to kiss him as soon as I did I ran away and cried and cried and cried because I felt like such a bad kid.  When my mom found me crying and I told her what happened.  After that we would chase each other around and ride the teeter totter together and swing.  Sometimes we would sneak a handhold, because we thought that that was so rebellious.  I haven’t seen him since preschool and I can’t even remember his name but he will always be my first crush and my big preschool act of rebellion.